20demayo Chapter 226 Where is the Real Her (11)
Chapter 226 Where is the Real Her (11)
It was already afternoon when Nie Qingxue and Wen Shu'an arrived at Tiandu City. The first thing Nie Qingxue did when she returned to Tiandu City was to go to Guangyuan Temple. Before going to Guangyuan Temple, she disguised herself as a man and put on a fake beard before going there with Wen Shu'an.
She did not enter through the main gate, but took a small path to the back of Guangyuan Temple. Not many people knew about this path, so after entering the backyard of Guangyuan Temple, Nie Qingxue asked Wen Shu'an to leave first.
"Xue'er, why are you chasing me away? Can't we ever meet again after this?" Wen Shu'an didn't want to leave Nie Qingxue. His eyes were covered with sadness, and he asked Nie Qingxue in confusion.
Nie Qingxue looked at Wen Shu'an in confusion, "Master Wen, have you forgotten? Didn't you say you would send me to Tiandu City? Now I'm already there, and tomorrow is the day my prayers end. If anyone saw Master Wen and I together, it would probably lead to criticism."
Hearing this, Wen Shuan pursed his lips, laughed at himself, then turned his back to Nie Qingxue and muttered to himself, "It turns out I was just being sentimental."
"Mr. Wen? What are you talking about?" Nie Qingxue didn't hear clearly what Wen Shuan said. She felt that what she said was not wrong. She felt that Wen Shuan was weird.
Wen Shuan suddenly felt a momentary blank in his brain, and an idea subconsciously came to his mind.
This was his fault. He had clearly intended to send Nie Qingxue back to the Kingdom of Zhou, but in the end, he had wanted more. Furthermore, he had to consider Nie Qingxue's reputation. If someone with ulterior motives were to exploit their situation, Nie Qingxue would be in trouble.
Since he loves Nie Qingxue, he should take care of everything for her and not let her get hurt.
After Wen Shuan felt that he had thought it through, he turned around, reached out and took Nie Qingxue's hand, then pulled her into his arms, "Xue'er, I will stay in Tiandu City until you are willing to accept me."
Nie Qingxue was slightly taken aback, then she smiled. "If Master Wen had expressed his feelings to me earlier, Xue'er would have accepted you. However, Xue'er has returned to Tiandu City now, and there are still many troubles waiting for Xue'er to solve. Xue'er wants to wait until she is settled down before considering Master Wen's feelings."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Wen Shuan kissed Nie Qingxue between the eyebrows and then made up his mind to leave.
His eyes gradually turned cold. His father's good friends were still in the Kingdom of Zhou. He could spend some time to gain a foothold in the Kingdom of Zhou, and then he would be able to help Nie Qingxue solve all the troubles.
After watching Wen Shuan leave, the smile on Nie Qingxue's face gradually disappeared. She raised her hand and wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her robe, complaining softly, "Innocent boys are really hard to tease. They feel a bit like taffy."
"Hey, who told me that I was born beautiful and everyone loves me." Nie Qingxue chuckled and turned to find Master Wuya who had been helping her disguise in the backyard.
Master Wuya was in his twenties, with a tall figure, picturesque features, and a cool aura. Compared to Wen Shu'an, Nie Qingxue felt that Wen Shu'an was too thin and a bit unremarkable. However, Master Wuya was not a serious Buddhist. He came to Guangyuan Temple to atone for his sins, willingly shaving his head and contemplating the ancient Buddha with green lamps.
He was called the Master because many women in Tiandu City were attracted by his appearance and often came to Wuya for help. In addition, Wuya was always able to point out the problem directly, so more and more people came to Wuya for help, which is why he was respected as the Master.
However, Wu Ya once chose to retire, but many people petitioned him not to leave Guangyuan Temple, so Wu Ya now stays in Guangyuan Temple and lives a quiet life.
As long as he is in Guangyuan Temple, people will come to visit him.
Now Wu Ya lives in the backyard of the mountain behind Guangyuan Temple.
This backyard was reserved specifically for Nie Qingxue by Master Wuya, who lived right next door to it. Master Wuya's favorite red plum blossoms were also planted in the yard, but it wasn't plum blossom season yet; the full bloom wouldn't be seen until December.
There was a lotus vat by the west wall. It was the perfect season for lotus blossoms, with pink, white, and red flowers aplenty. Master Wuya, dressed in a plain white cloak and a touch of red between his eyebrows, was the very embodiment of a cool and aloof Buddhist.
Nie Qingxue used to complain about the cold and aloof Buddhist disciple, but it was not until she met Master Wuya that she realized that this cold and aloof Buddhist disciple was the most appropriate description for Master Wuya.
"I'm back." Wu Ya, who was sitting under the plum tree, looked up at Nie Qingxue who was standing at the gate of the courtyard. He had a cold expression and his eyes were cold and distant.
Wuya's tone was calm when he spoke, but Nie Qingxue felt that he was jealous.
Nie Qingxue took a few steps towards Wuya, then stopped. Her beautiful eyes were like autumn water. She pursed her lips and said, "Wuya..."
"I'm back." Nie Qingxue still had a lot to say to Wu Ya, but after all she could say, she only managed to utter these four words. Wu Ya would always listen quietly to what she said, even if it was something meaningless.
"Come and sit down. This is freshly brewed tea for you. It will help you have a good sleep." Wuya's voice was clear and pleasant to hear.
Nie Qingxue sat opposite him, picked up the teacup with her right hand, and then looked up at Wuya.
When Nie Qingxue got closer, she could see that Wuya's skin was really smooth, with no visible pores. Thinking of this, Nie Qingxue raised her left hand and touched her cheek.
The long journey these days has caused the skin under her eyes to look a little dark, especially after she saw the ghost in Xiaoyu Town, she has not had a good night's sleep.
"Xue'er, there was a new rumor about you in Tiandu City yesterday." Wuya lowered his eyes to hide his cold gaze. When he did this, his eyebrows and eyes looked even colder.
Nie Qingxue frowned slightly, "But my half-sister?" Whenever she heard this kind of news, she subconsciously suspected Nie Huaili.
"Don't you want to listen?" Wu Ya did not answer Nie Qingxue's question. He looked at the light green tea that was shaking slightly in the teacup.
"They must be slandering me for having an affair with some man, or saying that I was not in Guangyuan Temple and sneaked out to meet a man under the pretext of praying." Nie Qingxue was speechless about this routine. In the end, it was just to ruin her reputation.
Nie Qingxue didn't care about reputation. Only when she reached a certain level would people naturally come to praise her. If she became the Empress of the Central Palace, who would be able to slander her then?
"Xue'er guessed right." Wu Ya looked up at Nie Qingxue. His clear eyes were calm and transparent, like glass immersed in ice and snow, or like a cold moon in the water.
Nie Qingxue subconsciously slowed down her breathing. She was so lucky to meet such a stunning man.
Nie Qingxue first visited Guangyuan Temple when she was six years old. It was the anniversary of her mother's death, so Nie Qianyuan brought her to the temple to light a memorial lamp for her. Chen Shuyi and Nie Huaili also went with them. But before entering Guangyuan Temple, she couldn't help but part with Nie Qianyuan. The streets below the temple were bustling with people.
In addition, that day was the end of the year, and Guangyuan Temple was more lively than ever.
Nie Qingxue originally wanted to go to Guangyuan Temple by herself, but she was caught in the crowd and didn't know where she was.
She was not very familiar with the roads in Tiandu City, and was ordered by Chen Shuyi to stay in the mansion most of the time, and rarely went out for fun.
Fortunately, she met Wuya. At that time, Wuya was not called Wuya yet, but called himself Wumingke.
He walked through the crowd and walked towards Nie Qingxue with determination. He was wearing brocade clothes and fox fur, and his eyes were like the warm sunshine in spring.
Although Nie Qingxue had known for a long time that she would meet this young man, she was still a little moved when she actually saw the nameless guest.
The nameless guest took Nie Qingxue's hand, led her to Guangyuan Temple, and sent her to Nie Qianyuan.
This was the first time Nie Qingxue remembered meeting him, just like a leaf falling on a calm lake, causing ripples that have been lingering in Nie Qingxue's mind.
Nie Qingxue had thought she would never meet this nameless guest again. After all, in her past life, she had no memory of their second encounter. That was until she came to Guangyuan Temple to pray for blessings before going to Tianyao Country, and she saw Wuya.
Only then did she realize that Wuya was the nameless guest from before.
Nie Qingxue had heard about Master Wuya's deeds. She thought that Master Wuya was just a scumbag who only knew how to use his looks to cheat women of their money, but when she actually met Master Wuya, she realized that she was wrong.
How could such a cold and quiet man like snow be a scumbag?
But Wuya was no longer the boy with warm eyes in her memory. He was now a little cold and distant, keeping people at a distance.
Wu Ya said that he came to Guangyuan Temple to atone for his sins, and Nie Qingxue asked him the reason out of curiosity.
But Wu Ya kept silent, and there was a hint of complexity in his eyes as he looked at Nie Qingxue.
Nie Qingxue thought that Wuya was regretting entering the temple. As for why he regretted it, it was because he missed her.
Thinking about it now, Nie Qingxue felt a little regretful. If she had known that Wuya was the nameless guest, she would have gone to Guangyuan Temple to find him every day.
It wouldn't have developed to the point where we can only look but not touch.
"When you leave Guangyuan Temple tomorrow, I will help you dispel those rumors." Wu Ya said calmly, "Xue'er, your tea is cold. I will pour you a new cup."
"No, that's all. Wuya, thank you for everything you've done for me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have dared to go to Tianyao Country." Nie Qingxue drank the tea in her cup in one gulp. She smiled, then stood up, half-lidded her eyes, "Wuya, I'm going to have a good sleep first."
"Well, I lit some calming incense in your room, and the bedding is new." Wu Ya didn't stand up. His voice was clear and his tone was caring.
Nie Qingxue was secretly delighted, but she didn't show it on her face. She walked into the room leisurely, and when she saw the soft bed, she quickly walked over and threw herself on it.
"Wuya, you are so nice." Nie Qingxue said happily, then kicked off her shoes, pulled the quilt over her body, lay down and closed her eyes.
With the calming incense, she fell asleep quickly.
A moment later, Wu Ya walked into the room silently. His eyes were cold. He walked to the bed and just stared at Nie Qingxue's face.
"Xue'er, when can you come back?" He whispered softly, his eyes becoming a little softer.
Wu Ya turned his head to look at the incense burner beside him. Curls of white smoke rose from the small incense burner and then disappeared into the sky.
This incense is also known as the Soul-Calming Incense and is one of the incense made by the puppeteer family hundreds of years ago.
When lit, it can bring peace of mind. If a person possessed by an evil spirit smells the incense, they will be bewitched by the aroma and abandon the body.
However, the current soul-resting incense cannot compare with the previous ones, and its medicinal effect has been reduced after all.
But Wu Ya still wanted to try, he wanted the real Nie Qingxue to come back.
But in Wuya's heart, there was a voice saying that she was the real Nie Qingxue, not an impersonation.
After doing this many times, Wu Ya would begin to doubt whether what he was doing was right.
But once Nie Qingxue left him, the voice disappeared.
This made Wu Ya's true thoughts even more determined.